Page 111 of Secret Puck
“Oh, shit, sorry.” I step back as he winces. “You got tossed around like a rag doll out there tonight.”
“Yeah, it got a little rough.”
“Are you headed to The Hideout?”
“That was the plan, unless…”
“Yeah, you should go. It was a big victory.”
“You’re not coming?” There’s obvious disappointment on his face.
“Not tonight. Dakota and I are going to watch Reagan’s play. It’s opening night. But maybe we can talk tomorrow?”
“Really?” He looks so excited about it, I can’t help but smile.
“Yeah, really. We should talk. It isn’t like we can avoid each other forever.”
“Wouldn’t want to even if I could.” I’m at a loss for words and he takes my hand. “Just give me a chance to explain.”
I nod and take a step away, breaking our contact. “Tomorrow.”
SeeingReagan perform a second time is just as amazing as the first, and bonus that I get to watch as Dakota and the rest of the crowd react.
“She’s so damn talented,” Dakota says when it’s over. She wipes an honest to goodness tear from her eye. “I don’t even like theater.”
“Let’s go find her. She said she’d meet us out in the lobby.”
I’m surprised to see my brother and Rhett as we crowd into the lobby with everyone else. Their tall and muscular frames make them easy to find, but getting to them takes a few minutes. When we do, I ask the obvious question, “What are you two doing here?”
A quick scan of them, and I can tell they’re in their travel suits for away games.
Adam hugs me. “She always comes to support us, so we thought we’d return the favor.”
“That’s really nice of you. What’d you think?” I ask Rhett.
“I don’t really like theater, but Reagan’s part was cool.”
“Maybe you could leave out the first part when you see her,” I tell him as I spot her. “She’s over there. Come on.”
40
Heath
After havinga beer with some of the guys on the team at The Hideout, I head back to the apartment. My latest care package from Nathan and Chloe is waiting for me and I open it (definitely Chloe put this one together—it’s covered in gold tissue paper) and call my brother.
“Thank Chloe for the package.” I lie down on my bed and stare up at the ceiling.
“You can thank her yourself in three weeks. We’re flying up to watch you play the weekend before Christmas.”
“For real?” I ask and sit up.
“Yeah, Mom too. She didn’t tell you?”
“Uh…”
“You haven’t talked to her, have you?”
“She’s my next call.” I pull the phone away from my ear and look at the time. “Or tomorrow, maybe, it’s kind of late there.”
